She did it! Jillian officially graduated from Cedarville University with a Bachelor of Arts in English, emphasizing Creative Writing, along with minors in Bible and Biblical Care and Counseling. What an accomplishment! After four years of hard work, growth, and perseverance, she walked across that stage—and we were all there to witness it.
The weekend was a whirlwind. Between traveling from New Hampshire, finals, packing up two kids’ belongings, and all the graduation events, it felt like a blur. But even in the chaos, I could see God's hand at work in every detail.Our brakes started failing while we were traveling through upstate New York—definitely not what you want on a long road trip. But God provided. We found a garage that could do the repairs quickly, and because Heath’s parents were driving separately, I was able to go ahead to Cedarville while Heath stayed behind with the car. Somehow, it all worked out.
Even more miraculously, all FIVE grandparents were able to make it to Cedarville safely. They got to be part of the celebration and even helped pack and transport everything home. It was such a gift to have family there—especially after everything this journey has held.One of the most meaningful moments was the Senior Celebration—a time of worship, prayer, and encouragement for the graduates and their families. It helped us pause and look forward with hope, even in the middle of all the busyness.
Graduation itself was deeply emotional. Cedarville holds such a special place in our story. Jon and I both graduated from there. Jillian was born during our time on staff, when Jon served as a resident director. And now, to have one of our own children graduate from the same place—it felt like a full-circle moment. Jon was remembered and missed throughout the weekend. Friends shared memories, we brought his picture along, and we all felt his absence. He would’ve been bursting with pride over Jillian, camera in hand, capturing every moment.
Now we’re home. Jillian is settling in and preparing for whatever God has next. As I reflect on the weekend, I’m overwhelmed with gratitude. It was fast, a little stressful, and deeply meaningful. God’s fingerprints were all over it.
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